❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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REBECCA HAD KEPT HERSELF awake. Even as the everybody else took to sleeping-in and catching up on rest for the next few hours so they'd be able to go and see Arthur around noon – she sat with her back to the headboard of her bed and forced her eyes to remain open. One of her hands trailed gently through tousled tuffs of red hair, the other flicking through yet another magazine. Fred's head had rest atop her abdomen and both his arms lazily draped on either side of her hips. He had fallen asleep the moment he peeled his clothes off, his pajama-clad body relaxing and fitting against the soft mattress before he was encasing himself in a blanket burrito.
With a gentle knock to the bedroom door, Rebecca's droopy eyes snapped up and away from the magazine to the doorway.
"The trunks and the rest of your belongings have arrived," Remus informed her quietly, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe as his eyes carefully scanned her face from afar, "are you alright?"
"Yeah," Rebecca uttered with a meek nod, "just overthinking – like usual," She mustered up a small smile, her eyes flickering towards the curtains that billowed gently in the afternoon breeze from the opened window before she turned back to the sandy-haired man, "have there been any letters for me?"
"Not yet."
There was something slightly off about Remus' expression, like his eyes didn't quite match the sympathetic words that came from his mouth. But seeing as Fred began to stir, smothering mumbles against her wrinkled shirt, her attention was quickly pulled away and to his scrunched sleepy face before she could even question it. Remus took the moment to step out of her room, shutting the door as much as he could before turning on his heel and moving down the steps again. Rebecca shifted in her spot slightly, her fingers back to running through Fred's hair as his eyes back to flicker open, shutting again and again as he woke himself up.
Once Tonks and Mad-Eye showed up to 12 Grimmauld Place, everybody dressed in some muggle-esque clothes, the mood seemed to significantly brighten within the dreary grey walls. It seemed that with the appearance of their mother, and with the news of their now recovering father, the Weasley children were in far brighter spirits and even managed to be laughing and making small talk in waiting for the others to get ready for the trip to St. Mungo's. Following the group out and into the street – with the words of caution – they all began their trek towards the underground.
"Oi, Phoenix," Tonks sped up her walk slightly, falling into step by Rebecca who stood on Fred's left as he spoke animatedly with George about an advert for something within Diagon Alley, "you're in big trouble, missy."
"What did I do now?" Rebecca frowned slightly, her eyebrows knitting together as she looked to the bright pink-haired woman.
"You haven't been answering any of your letters – and now my mother is intent on coming over to give you a stern talking to," She answered, tutting playfully as they all clambered single-file onto the train carriage, "she knows not to write during the school term but all the letters since last summer, she's out for blood now."
